I'm an assassin
a man of ******
I will **** your memories
and place them
in the dustbin of time
Sweetness comes with sleep
memory is illusion
****** a thing of gripping hands
and gasping breath
the only thing real
is my hand
holding this pen
a dog's tongue
on my face
Summer has settled sweetly here
we enjoy the hours
take pleasure
in the taverns
and circuses of this life
Our merriment obscures
the steady progress of time
the creeping insecurity
of old age
But I say
let merriment prevail!
In the face of all these
bogus truths
I choose only
truth
a steely resolve
and what might yet prove
to be a vain hope
in eternity
Time tells its tale
and time will tell
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
I'm an assassin
a man of ******
I will **** your memories
and place them
in the dustbin of time
Sweetness comes with sleep
memory is illusion
****** a thing of gripping hands
and gasping breath
the only thing real
is my hand
holding this pen
a dog's tongue
on my face
Summer has settled sweetly here
we enjoy the hours
take pleasure
in the taverns
and circuses of this life
Our merriment obscures
the steady progress of time
the creeping insecurity
of old age
But I say
let merriment prevail!
In the face of all these
bogus truths
I choose only
truth
a steely resolve
and what might yet prove
to be a vain hope
in eternity
Time tells its tale
and time will tell
I have no idea where this came from. I was talking to my daughter and the first stanza came out of our discussion. Who is this assassin? No idea. My daughter is very tolerant of her dad.
